Chapter 548

---- The pause was brief; as soon as they recognized the Dukes crest, they let us through.

I shifted the lace curtain slightly.

Outside, the city was bustling, lively, busy.

Thad never seen such prosperity before.

My eyes darted across the massive stone buildings we passed, the crowded streets, filled with exotic goods and spiced aromas.

Ten years...

the world had moved on without me.

"Fix that expression.

Remember who you are now," Freya muttered, adjusting her headscarf.

With every meter forward, we drew closer to the hill, to the Dukes castle.

When the carriage finally stopped, I felt the coachman dismount.

Sweat dampened my back.

Panic coiled around my throat.

«My daughter.

Iam doing this for my daughter.

I cannot fail» I swallowed the lump in my throat, and as the door swung open, I adjusted my gloves and stepped into the role I had to play.

Katherine Pembroke died in that asylum.

I am Rossella Everhart.

The Duchess of Everhart.

---- From the moment I saw him, everything about him fascinated me.

His roughness, his wild, piercing blue eyes, his sharp and masculine features...

his disdain...

from my motionless

«Not once...

not even once...

to make love to me, Elliot» sek KATHERINE My body rocked with the movement of the carriage, the coachman urging the horses forward, hoping to

the

toward the horizon,

the ever-present black clouds that never

always had to fight to

"Dont be nervous.

fine," Freyas voice pulled

met her wise, dark eyes and

eaten since

I couldnt.

a piece of bread refused to go down my

That word didnt even begin to describe what

been our nursemaid, the only person in that house who had ever genuinely cared for me, and now! wanted her to come with me so I

a thousand

journey continued, and soon, the carriage halted before towering

---- would be condemned.

where it had

suspected our mother had been the strange oneshe

We never knew her.

never spoke

the time Katherine regained consciousness, she was already

heart to

daughter, and became the betrothed of the Duke

was a rushed,

out of wedlock, but no

didnt respect

me

servants and even the people of the Duchy whispered behind my back» ook I staggered toward the bed, but my legs wouldnt hold

fold in the carpet and my

So much pain...

my

heart beat slower

white ceiling, my trembling hand pressing against my chest, my

my final moments, I thought of

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